Intuition Poem by KOMBE SAKWE KOFI

As my steps increased, I loose track to my route,
Like a track star, hope of winning at the finish,
Rise as a phoenix, taught they could count me out,
I know nothing, can't tell about an egg and a chicken.



No fold on my eyes, all I can see is darkness,
My conscience hunts my desires for the truth,
Light in the tunnel, my sight is priceless
Wireless I'm connected deep down to my root.



Caesar I could tell you about the ides of March,
My intuition holds the canvas better than da Vinci,
Black and white vision like Noah and the ark,
Monalisa in a museum, my Dejavu a masterpiece.